My firehouse is, without a doubt, America's most beautiful firehouse. I will take a picture of it, and if you have any urge to dispute me, it will vanish when you see this lovely Texas white limestone building with a gently arched glass panel roof, set back off the street a bit among the wildflowers. I walk past it every time I stomp and sometimes my fire people are taking these short, 20 yard walks in a circle around the firehouse, radios in hand, long pants on in the 100 degree heat. It's my favorite part of my walk, and it's at the highest altitude also, so it's all downhill from there. ;) God Bless America.
Manly men deserve manly cards, so I went back to this set that Jenn says channels my inner (horrors! ;) ) cowgirl. I think she's right.
Finally tonight, an unsolved mystery. Why, oh why, no matter how clean my stamp room is before I start anything, no matter how few tools and stamps etc. I need to make a card, no matter if it's one card or 20, WHY DO I END UP WITH TWO SQUARE INCHES TO WORK IN? WHAT IS THE NAME OF THIS PHENOMENON? I even put every ink pad back in my caddy when I'm done, and I just want you to know that I pushed the tide of supplies BACK to complete my project before I took this picture!! (I can't show you the project because it's for my Crop-a-dile camp on the 29th, but I will) It's driving me crazy! I've been doing this for years and no matter how organized I get this never changes. Will someone please come over and make my stamp room look like Nichole Heady's, and get me some of those little bluebirds Cinderella had that will fly around and tell me I'm pretty and put things away? Thanks a bunch! Comments and suggestions (and bluebirds) welcome!!Check out my wonderful fuzzy animal creator's link on the right side of my blog. This woman will AMAZE you. And she's as sweet as a pumpkin spice latte on top of it all!
Goodnight ladies... Have a good one.